Winds are all gone

A little something about the future. I probably wrote it on a cold, rainy afternoon. There is also a melody to the words. I won´t publish that. Yet.

all ever said, all ever done
my past just began
and winds are all gone
alone
--
indeed like a bone
my hopes all drowned
and winds are all gone
alone
--
and then was nothing
I returned home
and winds are all gone
alone